Fallen leaves:

[Taking The Lead]

Orange colored leaves fall to the ground. The school yards empty, another

 

tomorrow has past. Old friendships coming to an end. All over the grounds

 

have gone silent, except for the slow trickle of snow. A moment of silence

 

and the wind picks up the remains. Soon a new breeze will come and return

 

with it, the breath of life. Over and over again until time stands still.

[Portage]

wow. Really nice. I can relate to this.

 

Great job